I love to do things in the kitchen that take up a lot of time, tasks that feel special and maybe a little fussy. Things like soaking precious beans overnight, shucking pounds of fresh peas from their pod and gingerly trimming thorny raw artichokes to steam and eat with clarified butter.
I also love convenience, and, well, none of those things are convenient.
Especially trimming artichokes, which are, without a doubt, one of the more annoying vegetables to prepare and cook, and not to mention hyper-seasonal. (I feel like I can say that, as they’re one of my absolute favorite foods.) But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to enjoy them year-round and at a moment’s notice.
This is why I have come to not only accept, but truly love the workaround. Yes, I am about to talk about canned artichokes, and yes, I hope you’re still reading. If I’ve lost you, it’s my opinion that cooking with and enjoying a canned or frozen vegetable doesn’t mean a person respects their food or ingredients any less than someone cooking with the fresh version. They are different ingredients used at different times, and there is a time and a place for both.
What if it’s February and artichokes aren’t in season? Or they aren’t available at your grocery store? Or it’s 8:45, and you just got home, but you know what you could really go for right now? An artichoke. And wouldn’t it be great to eat that artichoke with some crispy chicken thighs in a white wine sauce? Sure would.
Well, you’re in luck, because canned or jarred artichokes are widely available, and boy do they hit the spot. I am partial to the whole, unmarinated baby variety because I love small, cute vegetables, but also because they come trimmed and cooked, their leaves soft and feathery with fork-tender hearts.
The only thing about these otherwise-perfect little artichokes is that, unlike the marinated ones, they come in a slightly tangy but not especially seasoned brine. (Most simply have a little salt and some citric acid to prevent oxidation.) So they need a little bit of help in the flavor department, as even a fresh artichoke does, but I see that as an opportunity to cook them in a skillet full of chicken fat and white wine.
Typically for a recipe like this, I might say, “go ahead, use another meat like pork chops,” but here, I will not, because artichokes, wine and chicken have an affinity for one another that can’t be replicated. While the specific parts of chicken are up for negotiation (I am partial to thighs), the bone-in, skin-on part is not. You need the skin for its fat, which will render as the skin crisps, and which you can use to sear onions and those aforementioned artichoke hearts, and the bone, which add flavor and ensure against drying out.
I like to serve this particular dish straight from the skillet to reinforce the vaguely “French countryside chic” vibe I am going for, finishing it with a shower of herbs. I like mint with the artichokes best of all, but I know you’ll be happy with anything tender and leafy, like parsley, tarragon or dill.
